No no no no no nonononono. Courtney cannot say yes. She knows how much I like him, she better back off. I got off the swing, turned around and stared at Courtney right in the forehead. “Courtney, you better not say yes.” Courtney’s mouth was gaping wide, I totally wish I caught a video of it, but now is not the time to laugh about how insanely ridiculous Courtney looked. “Looks like someone was spying on their bestie. . .” Genevieve put out there. Courtney regained her balance and stood up straight and spit out, “I can’t believe you Alisha. Lying to me AND spying on me? And now you’re asking for me to do something for your benefit? This is far worse than you’ve ever done. Sure you’ve accidentally ripped my project while fighting with my older sister, sure you’ve punched my older sister and got me blamed for it because you left, but this, this is FAR worse. And no, I won’t listen to what you say. I shouldn’t have to follow my best friends rules just because you like this guy. And even though you have no chance with him and aren’t even close to having a chance with his friends doesn’t mean I should have pity on you. This is our lives and we have to live with it, Alisha this could be my FIRST boyfriend! You should be happy that someone even asked me.” She turned to Genevieve and said, “Tell him yes. I’d be glad to.” Courtney turned around and walked to the girls behind her, staring. Courtney’s words finally sunk in. At first I just thought they were toy weapons, hitting me and only hurting for a moment, then soon recovering. But no, these were real swords and daggers. Cutting deep and leaving battle scars, later stories being told about them. These really hurt. I asked the aid if I can go to the bathroom and she offered me a pass. I entered the building and ran down the hallways to get to the bathroom, tears streaming down my face. I tried keeping it silent, but my ugly hiccup sounding cries were filling up the bathroom. Once I got in and closed a stall door I let my tears fill up my face and soak my shirt. I took my glasses off my face and wiped my eyes. I thought of all the times that Genevieve did things like this to me, but this was the worst yet. Tears were dripping down my face onto my shirt making me look uglier than before. I hate my shirt, I hate my tears, I hate Genevive, I hate Courtney, I hate my ugly zits, I hate my glasses, I hate this school, I hate my life!! I banged my fist against the stall door and it flew open. For a second I heard a click of a phone’s off button but then I decided it was nothing. When the flash of the phone was gone I realized recess was over. I closed my stall door and I saw everyone heading to lunch, I didn’t want to starve, but who’d care? It’s not like anyone will notice if I’m gone and miss me. I got out a granola bar from my Khaki jacket pocket and started eating it, not caring if crumbs came inside my jacket while thinking of what I’ve gotten myself into. Now Courtney has a thing with my crush, and this early she even has a boyfriend before half of the school. Thanks to G-lover of course. She’s always trying to make life worse for the ugly, smart, or under-talented. Now I guess I’m top on the list. I saw that blue light again and this time I was quick to react. I looked up and saw the same boy. This time I saw blonde hair and he looked about in 4th grade. I didn’t strike this as a problem until I remembered that Connor is in 4th grade. I started panicking and dropped the last few bites of my granola bar into the toilet. “Aw shoot.” All of a sudden the door opened and someone with a pair of black Adidas shoes that I recognized as Courtney’s. I stood still while the hairs on my neck tingled. What was Courtney going to do? Bust down the door and demand an apology? Knock on that stall door and talk? I would prefer the second answer. Instead, Courtney just walked past me, opened the next stall door, and did her business. How dramatic can I get? Did I seriously forget that she could just be doing her stuff? My gosh I am so stupid. Good thing I recently got new shoes, because she would’ve recognized my shoes and dashed out of here. Once she got out of her stall she stopped in front of my stall and paused. I saw a faint glow over the stall and realized that Courtney was looking at her phone. She started laughing and I started to hear my hiccup cries. I forced myself to stay in the stall because the last time I came out of my hiding place it did not go so well. Also, clearly, she would be laughing at me if she saw me. I waited for a moment and then she left. YESSS!! I wiped my tears, left my stall, and saw the blue light again. This time I stared right into those glowing blue eyes, like I was challenging the thing/human. I kept on staring even when I started hearing screams. All of a sudden I was dizzy, everything was spinning, and I fell to the floor, seeing only black.